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Message:: [QUOTE="V. Kurt Bellman, post: 2617227, member: 71723"]So anyway, we set out in search of a Speedway gas station, the one whose bonus points I'm in. By the time we hit I-95 with a full tank and head of steam, it was about 3PM. We had no hotel for the night, so we decided to drive as far as we felt we could. The skies ahead told a story of a massive collision of air masses ahead. Yup, yup, yup. The tank of gas took us into Georgia. I had been watching the temperature outside tumble on my Apple Watch. When we left Fort Lauderdale, it was 83 degrees. By the space coast it was low 60's, and by Jacksonville it was just plain cold. The clouds seemed to require Carl Orff's Carmina Burana as background music. Ugly and ominous. The Georgia stop saw a change of drivers as Nick took over. He immediately complained the car was pulling right. Low right front. I darn near froze my hands on the tire air pump. I did some calculations and told him our temperature gradient had been a drop of one degree Fahrenheit per 6.5 miles recently. Nick has a heavier foot than I do, and the Taurus was more than game, so Nick bashed us through South Carolina and up to Fayetteville, NC when the gas tank got light again and he was developing butt cramps. I had done mini-naps through SC, so I was okay to drive. But the North Carolina highway crews on I-95 didn't figger no Yankees be fool 'nuff ta drive on no 95 affer a snowfall, no siree![/QUOTE]